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lxxiv. wesley crusher--cheater

You come in late to your tutoring session, dropping your guitar case on the ground before slamming a half drunk bottle of wine on the table along with a PADD.

"Hey..." Wesley hums as he scans you. 

"Sorry I'm late, shit hit the fan today and I'm actively getting cheated on as we speak. Expect a lot of PADD messages, sorry," you reply and sit down beside him.

"You smell like synthehol."

"I smell like alcohol, Wesley. I don't drink that fake ass replicator shit."

"Jeesh, are you okay? Do we need to do a rain check?"

Your PADD vibrates with a chain of messages from your soon to be ex boyfriend. 

Baby, you know I love you, right?

You're such an amazing girlfriend

I love you so much.

"No, no, I'm good to do this," you reply, closing the messages as they appear on your device. 

"You're drunk."

"Tipsy," you correct.

"Do you need me to walk you to your dorm?"

You brush him off, and soon the actual tutoring starts about 45 minutes behind schedule. To Wesley's surprise, you're still able to mostly think well and apply yourself; just a bit slower than usual. Plus, you brought some snacks in your bag that you're happy to share with him. 

The tutoring turns into more of a study session for both of you 20 or so minutes in. All the while, your PADD keeps blowing up with messages, calls, and voicemails. 

The first audio message that comes is a fun one:

"Oh, you're probably out with that Wesley Crusher, you fat fucking slut. He'd gag if he saw your body, you know he would," your boyfriend spits. 

Wesley lifts his gaze from his PADD as you take a massive swig of wine. 

"What?" he asks. 

"Mmh," you take another drink of wine. "A while back, like a month or so after we started doing this tutoring bullshit, I made on offhand comment about how I was surprised you weren't dating anyone, and that escalated into a huge fight and he'd get really passive aggressive whenever you were brought up."

"Jesus. I mean, I'm mostly concerned that he called you a...," Wesley cringes before he can repeat your boyfriend's insult.

"I know, the whole thing is pretty fucked up," you look away. "I'm sorry I came in here drunk."

"Tipsy," Wesley gives you a small smile.

"Whatever," you scoff and chuckle a bit.

"I'm sorry you're getting cheated on."

You shake your head, your body rejecting what you're going to say before you say it. "It's alright."

Another audio message comes in:

"I'm sorry, baby. I love you more than anything. I want to make it better. I want to love you right. I'll fix it. I promise, I'll fix it."

You and Wesley exchange a look. 

"Should I fuck with him?" you ask. "I want to. I'm in the mood for it."

"No."

"Yeah, okay, motherfucker. You're wound tighter than a virgin. How about you get most of a bottle of real wine deep and see how you feel, huh?"

Wesley looks horrified. "Oh my god, Y/n."

You stop to take a breath and put the bottle down. "I'm sorry. That was too far. It's been a shit day."

"I can tell. I think you should go to your quarters. Do you need help carrying anything?"

You look around at your bag and guitar case. "Maybe? I'm really not sure what's going to happen when I stand up."

"Have you never been this drunk before?" Wesley quirks an eyebrow. "You seem to have some.. experience doing this."

"Calling me a fucking drunk now?"

Your companion straightens his back and raises his hands in front of himself. "No, no! I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

You stand up, step up right next to him, and tilt his head up to meet your gaze. "You better not be, you punk ass bitch. Do you want to have an altercation?"

"..No."

Unable to keep up the act any longer, you playfully push his head away and laugh as you gather your things. "Just playing with you, man. Take care. I'm gonna find some more drinks." You step out of the tutoring room and try to play it as cool as possible walking back to your room.

Wesley, meanwhile, stays seated for a moment, and wonders if Worf has any advice on how to get you to intimidate him like that again. Klingons usually know about that stuff.

...

i know y'all were on the edge of your seat waiting for me to come back.